Golfer Jane's Hen Night
You’re on course now as bride-to be
To Bill, who suits you to a tee.
You clearly liked his straight approach
His birdie scored without a coach.
He’s not so green and far from rough
And engineered from sterling stuff
No doubt, this sporting sort of chap
Thought it was no handicap
To find, like him, you were in thrall
To hammering a wee white ball
No bunker fears when you are wed
A fairway stretches clear ahead
And when the licence you two links
We’ll toast you with a round of drinks.
The wedding feast will soon fly by
A chip or two and wedge of pie,
Sandwiches, a slice of cake
They’re posh this lot and no mistake
We’re sure it will go with a swing
Just make sure he’s not lost the ring!